An Elegy for Tslia Marcus

this is an elegy i wrote for English about a girl named Tsila Marcus who survived the Holocaust

The glimmer of a young child’s face So innocent and pure Was wiped away because of race Because she wasn’t “pure”

Murder spread like a disease Killing everyone around her Until she ended up all alone With only trees to guide her

The Hunters would come And so she fled With her mother in disguise But it seemed no matter how far she went She felt the Hunter’s eyes

Silent as the dead of night Amongst the blackened shadows She crept into the corner of her mind Her cheeks sunken and hallow But when the shadows lifted And she had nothing left to give Hope had found her among the trees And so this girl lived.

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